Invitation of the Season
It would be the party of the season. My wife would be celebrated at her ‘Who does she think she is?’ party. This diminutive mongrel, with only surnames to her name, has played Sherlock Holmes with her ancestry. She’s really good at it.
We created a very stylish invitation and acceptances are coming fast... like an infection. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10; only 35 more to go.
By my reckoning her party is timed for the epicentre of Coronavirus, which, given her name, might be very apt. So there might be plenty of food and drink left over. Wanna come?
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
6 comments add one below
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Michael D. Brooks about 4 years ago
Do invitees have a choice to refuse? Scary.
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Neville Hunt about 4 years ago
Sure Michael. Feel free not to come! I’m sure that by May you won’t be alone... but we might be!🤢
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Neville Hunt about 4 years ago
I’ll give you a clue, Drew. In rhyme this time. The maiden name of granny she’d never seen is shared with a princess on the online stream.
Plenty of ale here Drew and more wine than I dare admit to ‘er indoors’. If Coronavirus gets me, it’ll be a bloody good wake!
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Christopher about 4 years ago
Will face masks be provided or is it a BYOFM?
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Neville Hunt about 4 years ago
I think it will be BYOFM because I’m such a cheapskate!
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Frenchie about 4 years ago
Will there be toilet rolls in the toilets (i need to nick a few, I missed out on stock piling hahahaha!!!) and pasta (I mean, not in the toilets, obviously!).
The clue did not help, by the way but then again, I have never been good at riddles.
Thanks for the smile!
